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Maybe they'd have to hold each other when it rose, all organe and full and close. Maybe that's where our romantic notions about the moon first came from. Two people holding each other to keep their hearts from breaking, because everybody they knew was dying in the cold rocks and dust piles a quarter million miles away...
The Brothers K
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lørdag, august 30, 2003
So apparently the world is conspiring against letting me get sleep today. My roommates woke me up AGAIN with stupid loud and crass hip hop music, and their incessant idiotic hysteria about banalities. I am about thisclose to killing them. And guess what? I'm not going to sleep tonight either! Because, you see, it is both their last night, and they have not packed; and Quentin's last night, which means I drive him to the airport tomorrow, bright and early and sun shining at 5am. I hope I can make it through the next 24 hours without killing someone.
I think I'm perky, I think I'm perky, I think I'm perky!
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